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@afrikagee: Cardi stole it straight out my tonsils lol

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Thursday 13 August 2020 19:45:51 GMT
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lalaliizz
lalaliizz :
Last part wasn’t necessary 😂
2020-08-13 21:01:25
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the_dark_passenger0
Joey :
Mine can't reach there
2020-08-15 03:45:00
0
estrellaskye
estrella🌸 :
✨I feel uncomfy✨
2020-08-15 03:48:18
1072
whatbarlow
WhatBarlow :
She's got covid 😱 now we got covid 💀
2020-08-15 03:06:32
777
alexusnd
lex :
they all hatin ion see a problem
2020-08-15 03:14:31
227
nanzie_peachez
Nanzie 🇲🇽 :
EVERY SCORPIO 🤪♏️
2020-08-13 21:26:36
488
sinister_6.7
ICY_6.7 :
That smelled like ...
2020-08-14 00:18:29
105
veebeaan
Veebean :
it’s a hell no for me 💖
2020-08-15 02:16:15
284
vanaaaav
vanaaaav :
ποσο εκνευριστική ήμαρτον με την καθε τανα εδώ μέσα
2020-08-14 05:23:14
4
alyk3267
✨🦋 :
y’all there’s nothing even wrong. quit looking for shit to pick on her about just cuz she’s pretty
2020-08-15 03:48:06
0
haleyr0we
Bakedbean 🪩 🍒 🎱 :
You guys I think she has tonsillitis and that’s why she said the tonsil thing
2020-08-15 03:38:25
42
user1009988776655
User123456789 :
Is this a Scorpio ♏️thing? Cuz same 😝
2020-08-14 09:50:07
20
atomic_knight_87
Zeus The White Maro💠 :
Best one ive seen 🤷🏽‍♂️
2020-08-14 06:32:33
14
ohmamajesss
Jessica Delgado :
He looked at the end to see whatcha want him to do 😂
2020-08-13 20:27:22
9
bernadette29.2.0
Bernadette Fralick :
It’s actually called a uvula LOL The thing that swings in the back of your throat is a uvula not your tonsils 
2020-08-15 01:52:20
12
soggysardine
hi :
✨no thanks✨
2020-08-13 23:17:48
5
fckn.iram
Iram :
Danielle Bregoli? nah, daniela broccoli
2020-08-15 03:55:47
5
perla_ross
PERLA R :
Awww tu marido en la cosina 👏🏼👏🏼
2020-08-14 04:14:16
12
cgdeycommit
cgdeycommit :
ᴡʜᴀᴛ 😃 ᴛʜᴇ 😃 ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ 😃 ғᴀᴡᴋ 😃
2020-08-15 03:53:07
5
101brb
Jess :
Uhm no
2020-08-13 20:04:55
7
cw698
C W :
U went there huh😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳
2020-08-15 03:18:18
1
karisharod
Karisha Rodríguez :
Heyy we have the same top 🤩
2020-08-15 01:57:47
1
user7272782828388
Uuuusssssssuuuuu :
Weyo 😂
2020-08-14 02:43:21
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pov: you and heeseung were the couple everyone talked about. classmates admired how you always studied together, shared snacks during breaks, and walked home side by side. your routines were so natural that even your silence spoke volumes. no matter where you were, heeseung’s presence was your comfort. “you always wait for me even when i’m late,”heeseung once said, smiling.“because you’re worth waiting for,”you replied. everything felt like it would last forever—until it didn’t. one morning, just like any other, you reached for your phone with sleepy eyes. a message from heeseung💛 was waiting for you. you smiled, expecting something sweet. but the smile faded quickly. > “i’m sorry, my love. i have so much to explain but no time. my family is moving abroad, and i have to go with them. i don’t want to leave you, but i must. i’ll come back one day… please wait for me. i love you, y/n.” your fingers froze. your heart sank. in disbelief, you called him. > “this number is no longer in service.” “no… what the hell is this?” you whispered. you tried again. and again. you sent messages. looked up his address. checked every social media platform. but it was like he had vanished. no trace. no goodbye beyond that short message. days passed in confusion, nights in tears. your heart clung to hope even when logic told you not to. he said he’d come back, so maybe he would. maybe someday he’d explain. but the calendar pages kept turning. weeks became months. months became years. five whole years. you still thought about him—more often than you admitted. but life had moved on, and so did you. slowly, painfully. and then came someone new. someone who saw you not just as you were, but as you had been—hurt, cautious, healing. you didn’t fall in love instantly. it took time, patience, trust. but it happened. now here you were—on your wedding day. your friend zipped up your dress as you stared into the mirror. “you okay?” she asked gently. “yeah,” you said, though your voice cracked slightly. “you look stunning. he’s going to cry when he sees you.” she added with a grin. “i hope not. i’m the one wearing mascara,” you laughed softly. everything looked perfect. the flowers, the music, the soft whispers of guests filling the venue. you walked slowly toward the altar, arm in arm with your father, the train of your dress sweeping the ground behind you. your groom stood at the front, smiling nervously. but your eyes drifted toward the crowd. rows and rows of familiar faces— until one stopped you cold. heeseung. he stood in the back, dressed simply. his hair was slightly longer, his face more mature. but it was him. he looked at you—straight at you. his eyes were no longer bright. they were heavy, tired, filled with something between longing and pain. your steps faltered. your breath caught. he smiled. barely. “you alright?” your father asked quietly. “yeah… yeah, i’m fine,” you lied. you reached the altar. held your groom’s hands. but your heart was beating elsewhere. you tried to focus. on the vows. the music. the soft breeze. anything. but then the voice of the officiant echoed. “miss y/n, do you promise to love and cherish your husband for the rest of your life?” time froze. your eyes locked with heeseung’s again. he stood motionless. but you saw it. that sharp ache behind his smile. the pain of watching the love he once had become someone else’s. you blinked back the tears. “yes,” you said, barely louder than a whisper. cheers. applause. people clapped. your husband kissed your forehead. but something inside you cracked—quietly, secretly. you looked again, but heeseung was gone. (comsec++) #heeseung #enhypenheeseung #enhypenpov #fyp #fypviral

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